The Concrete Tomb of Hradzka

I stayed with some friends of the family on my way back from Ma's, and when their kids and I were looking for something to do, I suggested showing them an episode of DOCTOR WHO. They'd never seen it before. (The topic had come up in conversation when they asked me about the scariest movies and TV shows I'd seen, and "Blink" naturally had to be mentioned.) I figured I'd show them "Rose," but I turned out not to have that episode on the laptop or the externals.

I did, however, have "Blink."

They were not scared in the slightest.

Both girls, ages thirteen and eleven.

...I'm going to have to show them "The Empty Child." Though I am alarmed at the prospect of what will happen when adolescent hormones behold Captain Jack Harkness.

I wish I was deep in the desert,
with Bedouins, riding their trails,
or deep in the Amazon jungles
to rescue endangered snails,
or climbing the mountains with a Sherpa who's mad,
or catching wild boars for the zoo,
anything, anywhere's better than here,
and anyone's better than you.

I wish I was on the space station,
going on hard vacuum walks,
or deep in the cruelest of dungeons,
where every door has ten locks,
and my cellmate's a leper who's never once bathed,
and whose fingers are turning to goo --
anything, anywhere's better than here,
and anyone's better than you.

But I'm stuck here with you, and I'm stuck for a while,
and someday I'll be free, and I'll walk out in style,
but there's nowhere to go, and there's nothing to do --
so I wait for a new day, and sit here with you --

I wish I was way out in the ocean,
with hungry sharks swimming around,
who'll come up beneath and get started gobbling
with no warning, nor any sound,
and making the water go deeper than red,
when once it was deeper than blue --
anything, anywhere's better than here,
and anyone's better than you.